There are hints of spring in the air (for the purposes of argument, I am choosing to ignore the rain dashing itself against the windows). But recently, the weather has been so much more clement, to the extent that we opened the bedroom window the last couple of nights and complained about the heat.
On Friday, [...]
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Greeting spring with a good wallow
Posted in Exercise, Hunka husband, New Zealand, tagged auckland, butt sniffing bonanza, curly coat retriever, hint of humping, mount eden, mud, puppy, spring, wallowing, wrestlefest on 31/08/2009 | Leave a Comment »
Viewers are advised to use discretion
Posted in Exercise, Hunka husband, New Zealand, tagged animates, ball, broom, curly coat retriever, dog training, ferndown track, fetch, grassmere road, lincoln road, mountain road, outlet pipe, speaking, storm drain on 28/08/2009 | 2 Comments »
Warning: some viewers may find the following footage disturbing.
Below are some videos we took after our daily walk this afternoon, of Jed with his favourite toy: ‘Ball’.
There are some things you should know, before these clips make you doubt our devotion to our dog.
Firstly, if you think I am tormenting my dog, well, I treat [...]
Things to store in your knickers
Posted in Exercise, tagged al dente, camouflage, cover, crotch, gravity's seductive call, groin, hiding, knicker storage, like a dog in the street, michael jackson, more beautiful game, riding lessons, sara gruen, sex change operation, squash, squash tactics, tactical squash on 27/08/2009 | 3 Comments »
If you are new to squash, you may wonder why, when you first go on court, your squash ball dies like a dog in the street.
That, my friend, is because the ball is cold. That is why the ball only starts to perk up after some violent encounters with the tin.
Warming up the ball before [...]
A fish eye view
Posted in Dubai, Exercise, tagged beach swimming, burj al arab, Dubai, gnarly, lateral propulsion, middle east, rising gorge, sea, the gulf, triathlete, triathlon, uae on 03/08/2009 | 1 Comment »
When we lived in Dubai, I used to swim 2000m along the shore of the Gulf in the early morning. It is one of the few things about the Middle East that I recall with warm nostalgia (as opposed to rising gorge).
The first time I ever went for a power swim, thick mist shrouded the [...]
The Shorts of Shame
Posted in Exercise, Hunka husband, tagged built in jock strap, drama, honorary title, horror, house of horror, inhumane, innocent bystanders, long acquaintance, mountain road, sartorially psychopathic, scenic drive, shorts of shame, shorts of terror, terror, thriller on 30/05/2009 | 1 Comment »
Yesterday, Husband took Jed for a run up Mountain Road.
Those of you who enjoy/abhor long acquaintance with Husband will know the run was merely an excuse dressed up as ‘exercise’, an excuse to don the Shorts of Shame a.k.a the Shorts of Terror (depending on whether I wake up in a Docudrama or a Thriller. One [...]
Surprisingly cranky
Posted in Exercise, Hunka husband, New Zealand, tagged carefree, curly coat retriever, daring, law of gravity, let me count the reasons, life and limb, mountain biking, New Zealand, north island, puppy, restall road, semi sheer, wilful disregard, woodhill, young on 23/05/2009 | Leave a Comment »
Mountain biking in Woodhill today:-
Husband: Why didn’t you cycle down that hill?
Me: You mean, apart from the fact that it’s semi-sheer? Let me count the reasons. First of all, I don’t really fancy breaking a fall with my sprained wrist. Secondly, it’s been a while since I mixed it up at Woodhill, so I’m taking it easy. Thirdly, I [...]
Cyclist vs bulldozer
Posted in Exercise, Weird, tagged attitude, bike, cycling, cyclists, drivers, mountain bike, safety on 11/03/2009 | Leave a Comment »
When it comes to cyclists, drivers fall into two categories:
a) The ones who mount the kerb on the far side of the road to give you room
b) Those who see how close they can get to you without scratching their paintwork
There are fewer in category (b). They are the type who fancy their chances playing [...]
Damn that memory card to hell, damn it
Posted in Exercise, Hunka husband, New Zealand, tagged articstic integrity, canon 450d, coman's track, cyber shot, farley point, inspiration, karekare, memory card, mercer bay, New Zealand, north island, sony cybershot on 08/02/2009 | Leave a Comment »
On the way to Karekare yesterday, Husband’s own driving made him nauseous. Thankfully, he revived sufficiently to walk Coman’s Track along the cliff edge, then north to Log Race Road via Mercer Bay Loop.
In a bodaciously muppetacious move, I forgot to replace the memory card in my Canon. The photos below were taken with my [...]
Interpreting the wave
Posted in Exercise, New Zealand, tagged bicycle, bonding, cyclist, rubber fumes, squished by tyre, traffic, wave, waving, wife doesn't understand, wobble on 22/01/2009 | 7 Comments »
People wave to you when you are on a bicycle. There are different types of wave. There’s the Thank god that’s not me wave. There’s the Hey there, I have a bike in my garage, bond with me wave. The Heeey baby I drive a flash car and my wife doesn’t understand me wave. The [...]
Punks plural
Posted in Dubai, Exercise, Friends, Hunka husband, tagged codependent, fraggle, middle east, newbie, ski dubai, skiing, snowboarding, stack it, uae, yard sale on 05/10/2006 | Leave a Comment »
Andrew still talks about getting fit. It’s always a prolonged, energetic discussion so it must burn some calories. The only exercise he’s had in the last couple of weeks is another trip to Ski Dubai. This time we went with friends of ours, Pete and Em, who are roughly the same standard as Andrew and [...]
